Faint, Yet Pursuing (Griswold)

Faint

yet pur­su­ing

we press our way

Up to the glo­ri­ous gates of day;

Following Him who has gone before

Over the path to the bright­er shore.

Faint

yet pur­su­ing

from day to day

Over the sure and the blood-marked way;

Strengthen and keep us

O Sav­ior

friend

Ever pur­su­ing

un­to life’s end.

Faint

yet pur­su­ing

whate’er be­fall

He who has died for us

died for all;

So should they come

as a migh­ty throng

Bearing His ban­ner aloft with song.

Faint

yet pur­su­ing

till ev­en­tide

Under the cross of the Cru­ci­fied;

Knowing

when dark­ly are skies o’er­cast

Sorrow and sigh­ing will end at last.

Faint

yet pur­su­ing

the eye afar

Sees thro’ the dark­ness the morn­ing star

Shedding its ray for the wea­ry feet

Keeping the way

to the gold­en street.